At such high temperatures, the conditions for many asphalt roads are likely to be unfavorable.
Jiang Zhi touched the cracked soil in the green belt and checked the condition of the vegetation.
The vast majority of the grasses in the green belt have died, with only a few deeply rooted ones still clinging to life.
There wasn't a drop of dew in the early morning, which shows how dry the air was.
After Jiang Zhi finished her inspection, she took out her notebook and began to take notes.
On Sunday, July 9th, 2333 AD, most of the low-lying plants in my neighborhood had withered and died, with only a few struggling in the scorching heat. Yesterday, due to the extremely bright sunlight, there was a widespread power outage and various electronic devices malfunctioned. Perhaps the water supply will be cut off soon, and that will be the real end of the world.
Jiang Zhi returned to the courtyard and locked the two iron gates.
She went back inside, took out a solar-powered fan, and hung two bags of ice behind it so that the wind blowing out would be cold.
Because the temperature was too high and the air conditioner couldn't be used, she could only put more ice cubes in the room to cool it down.
She also turned on the humidifier.
The air was too dry, which was something Jiang Zhi found strange. Where did all the evaporated water vapor go?
At this rate, which will be faster: the melting of Arctic glaciers or the evaporation of sea levels?
If the rate of glacier melting is lower than the rate of sea-level evaporation, then wouldn't the sea level not only not rise, but actually fall?
Reality is harsh; Jiang Zhi's guess was merely based on her own unfounded opinion. In fact, sea levels had already risen seventy centimeters after the extreme heat.
Some island nations have relocated en masse, while others remain steadfast in their small territories, pondering how to overcome the difficulties.
That evening, Jiang Zhi enjoyed the air conditioning and a fruit platter while waiting for the hunter to arrive.
At four in the morning, the temperature finally dropped to a comfortable level for humans. Several dark figures crouched down and set up ladders outside the courtyard wall of Jiang Zhi's villa.
"Keep your voice down, don't wake him up."
"Old Yu, this woman's corrugated steel roof just happens to be right under the second-floor window, so we can do it without anyone noticing."
"Shh!" another person gestured.
"What do you mean, 'no one knows'?" Jiang Zhi sat atop the corrugated iron roof, smiling as she looked down at the group of people below. The flashlight beam shone on their faces, revealing a variety of expressions on their expressions.
The corrugated steel roof was still warm at this time, and Jiang Zhi got up and moved her feet.
"You!!! You weren't asleep?"
After Jiang Zhi saw his face clearly, she realized that this person was none other than her neighbor Liu Donghua.
"Little sister, what are you doing up there so late? How about we brothers come keep you company?" a greasy middle-aged man said, raising an eyebrow.
Jiang Zhi almost vomited when she heard that lewd tone.
"I advise you, if you don't have the right to be arrogant, then don't be arrogant." After saying that, Jiang Zhi kicked the ladder that was propped up on the corrugated steel sheet far away.
"What are you doing?" At this moment, a loud shout came from the alley not far away, and the beam of a flashlight shone over, also illuminating Jiang Zhi.
That flashlight is really bright.
Looks like a capable guy has arrived.
The man rode up on a bicycle. He was wearing a black vest, had a muscular physique, a blue dragon tattoo, and an ugly scar on his face. All of these features indicated that he was not a good person.
Jiang Zhi laughed again. Could this be a case of double-crossing?
The initial darkness hadn't even begun, but the subsequent darkness appeared far too early.
"A bunch of guys ganging up on a girl, they're fucking inhuman." The man stopped his bicycle, threw it on the ground, and walked over, clenching his fists.
Without a word, several punches knocked the men who were trying to compose their words to the ground.
Jiang Zhi felt that this world was surreal.
The scarred man actually came to help her.
Although surprised, Jiang Zhi was a discerning person, so she simply sat down again to watch the battle.
"Who are you? I've never seen you in the neighborhood before?" The one who spoke was the middle-aged man who had raised an eyebrow at Jiang Zhi earlier. Only now did Jiang Zhi recognize him; the man's name was Liu Jin, a well-known nouveau riche in the area.
That guy in the group called Lao Liu is him.
"Heh, a bunch of idiots who have designs on people do you think you're worthy of knowing me? Get out of here, or I'll kill you right now!" The man kicked Liu Jin, and Liu Jin felt like his back was about to break.
Liu Jin was seething with hatred. If it weren't for this guy, they might have succeeded today.
"Let's go!" someone said, turning around to look at Jiang Zhi as if he wanted to devour her.
After those men slunk away, the man spoke to Jiang Zhi, saying, "Young lady, you must be careful to protect yourself from wolves."
"Hey, what's your name?" Jiang Zhi tapped the corrugated steel roof with the kitchen knife in her hand, making a tapping sound.
"My name is Zhou Heng, and I live in Building 13." Zhou Heng thought for a moment. He was a little surprised that the girl wasn't scared of him and even took the initiative to ask his name.
"My name is Jiang Zhi, thank you for today."
"You're welcome. Just be more careful next time." Zhou Heng said, then quickly rode away on his bicycle.
Jiang Zhi watched Zhou Heng's straight back as he rode his bicycle.
Is he a soldier?
Jiang Zhi didn't know who lived in the neighborhood, since it was all ten years ago. Her decision to return home and stay there at the start of the apocalypse meant she was destined to walk a different path from her previous life, and naturally, she wouldn't encounter the same people.
Right now, all she wants is for Li Bing and Cheng Xiao: You must live, even if it's painful, until the day I find you!
Jiang Zhi gripped the kitchen knife tightly in her hand and sat alone on the corrugated iron roof until dawn.
Jiang Zhi vaguely heard the rumbling sound of a diesel generator; sure enough, there were hidden talents in the neighborhood.
She flashed into the space, where more than 200 square meters of solar panels continuously generated electricity, and two diesel generators operated in turn, so all the electrical appliances in her space were working normally.
In other words, space was not affected by the solar storm.
After checking on the growth of the chickens, ducks, and other animals on the mountain, Jiang Zhi then inspected the operation of the ice maker.
Jiang Zhi lets each ice machine work for four hours, then gives them an eight-hour break before they continue working. So far, she has collected enough ice to fill ten storage tanks.
There were also ice blocks bought from the seafood market in the space, which would be more than enough until the extreme cold arrived.
Jiang Zhi also planted vegetables in the space according to the season and month, and some vegetables needed to be trellised.
The space doesn't allow the vegetables to grow quickly; many are only at the stage of just growing leaves.
The amount of vegetables already stored in the space could be described as vast, so she wasn't worried about not having enough vegetables to eat.
After wandering around for a while, Jiang Zhi realized that she hadn't had breakfast yet, so she took out a squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, a spicy hot pot, and rice from her space.
Sigh, breakfast—that's how simple she is.
Squirrel fish has a sweet and sour flavor, which can be cloying if you eat too much of it. Spicy hot pot is just the right way to cut through the richness.
"Honey, I smell a fragrance, it seems to be coming from next door, it smells so good."
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